0 comments/ 44023 views/ 27 favorites His Daughter's BFF By: destinirains Martin couldn't get his mind off Nicole, his daughter's best friend forever. He was aware of the opinions some people had about a man desiring a woman that he doubled in years but she was that—a woman. And she had been a woman for five years. Random people's views didn't much matter to him but his daughter, Lauren, was far from a random person. And she was on the side of the argument that thought it was gross, disgusting, and a load of other negative adjectives for an older man to consider sex with a woman half his age or more. He wouldn't hesitate to take a bullet for Lauren and always gave all he had to her. It could have been the last dime in his pocket or a helping from his bottomless pool of love. Whatever Lauren wanted, Lauren got. And he was proud to do it. That's not to say they weren't like two rams clashing at times. She had her mother's personality! One day, Martin stopped for once in his life to consider what he wanted. He was taking care of Lauren while she finished college. Her mother was in parts unknown with another man and Martin was feeling a bit empty. He strained to find his way back to the dating market but was craving some nasty, dirty play with someone. A void was expanding within that only a beautiful woman he was attracted to could fill. While he was nailing in a new decorative handrail for the trio of steps outside his home, a rumbling engine behind him signified said beautiful woman was about to arrive. Martin could already feel a surge of energy rush to his crotch. It was the first whiff of spring and not only did that bring the first warmth in months, trees coming alive again, and cars coated in pollen, but it brought women out of their long pants and into shorts and sandals. And that could have been said of Nicole, too. Nicole didn't have a ride of her own yet but her parents or brother would drop her off to hang out with Martin and Lauren. Yes, both of them. Martin was always working out, fixing things around the house, working, or shaking his body at a party. Though a knee or an elbow might ache here and there, he was a far cry from a cane or a walker. His energy and willingness to have fun usually matched Lauren and Nicole's and they didn't mind having him in their presences on occasion. Martin didn't think it would ever be that way again after he expressed to Nicole how he felt about her. He would listen to her talk about her paintings, her beagle named Speed because he acted like he was on it all the time, and her love for motorcycles. Martin happened to have one and she thought that was the coolest thing ever. She would help him in the kitchen and he would be their personal driver to anywhere their hearts desired. The apparent connection they had made it easier for him to let her know that he wanted to have "fun" with her. It took more than a month to conjure the will and to accept the consequences if his daughter found out what his intentions were. Not surprisingly, she was resistant to it. He didn't touch her, grope her, or plead, but she never said no. Still, he was a little blue about how things turned out. She started to meet Lauren at every place that wasn't his. The awkwardness was impossible to miss but he tried his best not to come off as another creepy old man. Eventually, Nicole began coming around again and things seemed to be how they were before he made his confession. The difference was Nicole would sometimes smile at him a little long, brush his shoulder in passing, or let her hand innocently drag across his ass when they hugged. He thought it was just his mind exaggerating things because he wanted to fuck her little cute ass but the voice in his gut said differently. Anyhow, Martin got out of his head and kept working on the handrail. He ceased hammering to pick up a piece of wood and heard Nicole's tiny footsteps pattering on the concrete walkway at his rear. She said, "Hey, papa! What are you doing there?" She sounded so sweet just saying something simple like that. She saw Lauren as her older sister so it was only fitting that she called him papa. He wanted to make her call him her daddy but he didn't know if that was in the cards. He spun around and said, "Whoa!" Nicole's light brown locks were dancing on her shoulder as she moved. She was in a peach spaghetti strap top. The shape of her nipples were easy to see. Her faded, blue jean shorts fit snuggly against the brownish orange complexion of her legs. If someone snapped a finger, he would have been hard long before they finished the snap. Nicole tilted her head and flipped her hair off her shoulders. "Whoa what?" Martin scratched his scalp. "You look amazing, that's all." "Oh, thank you," she said with a flush while twiddling her fingers. He pointed at her backpack. "You're studying with Lauren today?" "Yes, is she here, yet?" "No, she called and said she would be late. She's meeting with the guidance counselor at the college." Martin lifted his hammer to return to his project but noticed out of his periphery she was staring at him with a wanting, a powerful lust. "What is it, Nicole?" She blinked a few times quickly and looked away. "Nothing. What do you have to drink?" "Water and ginger ale. The choices would be more expansive if I had gone to the store!" Nicole slid her backpack off and let it drop to the grass. She stepped so close their toes were touching. Martin was trying to hold it together the best he could. It was natural to embrace her and he did. Having her that close was amazing and her hug was warm and tight. He could feel her bra clasp through her top and pictured himself undoing it and revealing her palm-sized tits. She was without any scent from body lotion or perfume—just her natural, sweet womanly aroma. She pulled back but still held him at the waist. "I'm glad to see you. I'm going to run in the house unless you need help with what you're doing." "Thanks, but I got it. Make yourself at home." Nicole smiled, grabbed the straps on her backpack, and sprinted through the storm door. Martin glanced at her and loved the sight of how those shorts of hers squeezed her ass. He pounded nails for another few minutes before wiping the moisture from his temples. His back was wrapping in knots having been hunched over for so long and he was sucking wind. A break was in order. When he went in, he stepped onto the scuffed tile at the entrance. With another foot forward, he tripped over something rubbery. He looked down to see Nicole's sandals. And her backpack wasn't far away. Her ability to disrupt his system of tidiness reminded him of her imperfections. For now, it was endearing. He walked the hall towards his quarters when he noticed light shining out of the bathroom door's crack. He heard movement inside. His stomach was rumbling and his hands shaking as he investigated it. He tried to resist but the temptation was overwhelming. He had to peek! Nicole was checking herself out. She leaned into the mirror and was playing with a sore on her cheek. She mumbled something about needing some facial cream. Her back was to him but it looked like she was fidgeting with the button on the front of her shorts. It popped open and the sound of a zipper sliding down followed. Martin swallowed and waited while trembling. She pulled down her shorts and they were so tight, they dragged her blue panties low enough that he saw her ass crack. He wanted to grope that ass, play with it, slide his cock in it and feel its tightness. He kept looking but he heard the squawking of the storm door and he nearly choked on his own saliva. Martin didn't realize Lauren was back! He peeled himself away and pouted to himself. He went back to the living room to greet his lovely daughter. Lauren was his height, three inches shy of six feet, and had her mom's curly blondish brown tresses and feistiness and her dad's intellect and drive. She would never admit to those last two as being hereditary. She preferred to believe that was of her own doing. Martin was laid off a few months prior and his Graphic Design degree wasn't worth the paper it was printed on as everyone kept telling him he was overqualified for the jobs in the area. He was using funds from his retirement along with whatever he could earn at the office supply store to keep the house out of foreclosure but the boat called his life had a few holes in the bottom, which were increasing daily. It wouldn't be long before it found the bottom of the lake and Lauren never hesitated to remind him. She believed he could find a better job if he tried harder and she may have been right. He'd been discouraged and wasn't putting his full effort into his job search anymore but can a man be human? Martin put his arms around Lauren and kissed her forehead. "Hi, honey. How was school today?" He could feel an icy aura around her and she gave him one of those pat-on-the-back hugs like she didn't want to touch him unlike the tight one Nicole gave him earlier. She escaped his grasp and, at a few steps' distance, said, "Fine, dad. Have you spoken to mom?" "No, she's busy with her new family." "If you weren't so busy playing cards and drinking with your friends every night she might still be here and we'd be a happy family. I miss her." Martin grit his teeth to hold back words he might regret. "Grr, you're never going to let me live that down. I apologized for that a hundred times! I did that because your mother was nagging me all the time and I needed to get away. I know I should have tried to be there for her and find out what was bothering her instead of running. I messed up. If you want to blame the divorce on me, go ahead, but I've been there for you, right?" Lauren folded her arms and looked at the floor. "Yes, dad. I'm thankful but why couldn't you have shown mom the affection she needed?" "I may have messed up but she was no saint, either. Buying jewelry behind my back. Working my ass off all day and I had to come home to an empty dinner table. It burned me up when I sniffed the air after getting home from work and not smelling fried chicken or steak in the air. I usually got a frozen dinner at best. All because she was watching those dumb soap operas and talk shows all day. Let's not have this argument now." Lauren said, "Fine. Is Nicole here?" "She's in the bathroom." She breezed out of the room. He could understand her frustration but between their increasingly strained relationship, the walls closing in concerning his finances, and his lack of female attention, he was feeling the tension. He had to have a release before he lost his mind! A few hours later, he was in the kitchen rolling meatballs from a mixture of ground veal, pork, and some herbs and spices when Nicole bounced in. She looked into the bowl on the counter. "Meatballs? My favorite!" "I thought you might think so. You want to help me make them?" Nicole perked up even more as she reached into the bowl. "Sure, I love doing this." They had fun chatting about everything under the sun for the next few minutes. She pretended to put her raw meat-coated hands in his face and he dropped ice cubes down the back of her shirt for it. Martin was her age again and the fun vibes and energy they had together was blowing his mind. It was what the doctor prescribed. After they put the meatballs into the slow cooker, they found themselves staring at each other. She closed the space more and he stepped forward to meet her. The tension was reaching astronomical proportions as he saw the same lust in her that was there earlier. Martin closed his eyes, puckered, and went for it! To his delight and a bit of a surprise, she touched his lips with a tender softness. He tasted the grape juice she just drank mixed with her strawberry lip gloss. Every nerve in his being emitted sparks and powerful jolts of arousal shot to his cock and his bulge was evident. Nicole's lips were quivering as they waited for another kiss and he connected again. It was hotter still. Nicole detached slightly and dipped her chin but stayed inside his personal zone. "I can't imagine Lauren throwing a party over this." Martin lightly caressed the length of her cheek. "I know and it hurts me that we have to keep this from her for now. I've never kept anything from her." "Neither have I. A lot of guys my age don't really listen to me like you do. They pretend to but they're staring at my breasts the whole time." "I used to be one of those guys, actually!" Nicole said, "That was a long time ago, I bet." "Not long enough but we can make this work." Nicole smiled and kissed him again but they heard footsteps approaching and Martin dashed for the sink to wash his hands and Nicole acted as though she was serious about wiping the countertops. It wasn't going to be stroll by a still water pond but he knew he needed this. His heart was still pumping from the kiss and almost getting busted when Lauren walked in. Lauren said, "Hey, dad. Nicole. Is dinner ready yet? I could eat a deer!" Martin held her and smooched her cheek. She was a bit more receptive this time. Getting her feelings out usually did that. Martin said, "It'll be a little while longer, honey." "I guess we'll need something to keep us occupied until then..." Lauren said as she walked over to the cake on the countertop. She grabbed a slice and took a bite but smashed the rest into Martin's face! "What are you going to do about that pops?" Lauren ran off while giggling. "Come here and I'll show you!" Martin said while smiling as he took off in pursuit. Now these were the times he loved! He caught up to her in the hallway. She was moving so slow that she probably wanted to be captured! Martin snatched her from behind, drew back, and popped her ass so hard it buckled her knees. "Oww, dad!" she said as she rubbed her backside. "That kind of hurt!" "Maybe but it hurt me that you got cake all over my new shirt!" He flipped her and she fell into his arms with her face in his chest. "I love you, dad. I don't mean to be a pain when I rag on you but..." "That's a lie. You mean it but I respect you for it. I know you miss mom. I'm doing the best I can and we'll see brighter days, I swear to it. And I'll get the job I've been seeking." "I know. You won't let this get you down. You can do it." Martin hadn't felt closeness like that with her for a long time. He was going to hold her for as long as he could. That morning, at 1am, when the pale blue moonlight and dull yellow tinge of the streetlamps slithered through the house, Martin trekked to Lauren's room to check on the women in his life. Whenever Nicole spent the night, she always slept in the same bed with Lauren. He couldn't sleep for thinking of them. Lauren and the joy she had with him yesterday and Nicole, who he was falling for. He turned the doorknob and eased the door open enough to see them snoozing. He was relieved they were okay and he closed the door back. He took a few steps towards his room when he heard Nicole's voice softly speak to him. "Hey," she said as she maneuvered to his front. "Is everything okay?" Martin halted. "Yeah, I just couldn't sleep." "I couldn't either. I was lying there awake when you opened the door." "Really? Why?" Nicole toyed with the strap on her tank top and looked around. "I was thinking about you." Martin loved the sound of that and the surges it gave him. He pulled her into his body and she began to melt into it. Her skin was nearly perfect and soft. He seared her lips with another long, hard, kiss. She held onto the back of his neck and kissy sounds echoed throughout the hall. He took her hand and led her to the bathroom. He flipped on the light, locked the door, and they kissed softly some more before she leaned back. "Are you sure this is okay?" she asked while tracing her top lip with her finger then nibbled on its tip. "Yes, but you don't seem sure." "Sigh, Lauren's my best friend. No, my sister. I don't know." "I know how you feel. She's my daughter. We shared a closeness yesterday that I hadn't experienced in a while and I love her but at the same time, I have things I want out of life and she'll have to understand that." Nicole snickered. "And how understanding do you think she'll be?" "It wouldn't happen overnight. Wouldn't happen over a year, probably. She's still fuming about how my marriage ended," Martin said as he could feel the pressure rising. "You know, we don't have to do this." Nicole, in a snap, looked to be taken over by disappointment. When he turned to leave, she swiped at his arm. "Wait, I think you're right," she said as he faced her again. "This is our decision and we deserve a chance at happiness. Whether it works out or not, we have to try." "I think so, too," Martin said as he kissed her forehead and held it. He lifted her chin. He sensed her desire and kissed her again on the lips. She parted them to offer her tongue and he took the invitation as he entangled his with hers. Martin was craving the moment and it sang of being so right. He moved his body into hers and she instinctively went back against the sink. He kissed her along her jawline and over her neck. He pulled the strap off her shoulder and kissed it, too. Nicole's breathing picked up as her hands went on exploration over his chest and abs but stopped short of his cock. His hands traveled beneath her shirt and inched it up a little at a time. Her tummy was like board and smooth. What he was doing had her quivering. He bent over and licked from her tummy over to her love handles and she giggled. "Sorry," Martin said as he lifted her tank top further and her tits, covered by blue lace, were staring back at him. He kissed between them while kneading hard on both tits. Nicole was scratching the rear of his T-shirt and moaning as she leaned back against the sink. He pressed his lips on her fleshy right tit around her bra, slipped his licker inside, and flicked it over her nipple. As he angled his hands behind her to unclasp her bra and drag it away from her body, she quivered again but he wasn't sure if it was from pleasure or her nerves. Martin, while flicking her nipple again with his tongue and his fingers playing with the other, she clinched up. He dropped a hand and caressed the insides of her thighs through the fabric of her pink pajama pants with red hearts on them. As soon as his caressing made its way to her pussy, she snatched his hand and eased it away. Martin ceased his play and asked, "What's wrong?" "Nothing. Well, I guess with everything and having not done this much..." Martin interrupted her with a smooch. "Don't worry. I'm here no matter what." After another kiss, tension released from her as she held onto him tighter than ever. He licked across her skin from her chin back to her breast and sucked her nipple with little pressure but sucked harder after a minute. He tugged and pulled at it with his lips and she was shaking her ankles. He devoured that cotton-like tit like he hadn't had one in years, licking it, nibbling on her flesh, tugging at her ponytail, and going wild over it. She arched back and he hoisted her onto the granite, slate colored sink countertop. He grasped the waistband of her pants. She took a second but lifted her ass so he could pull them down. While they hung at her ankles, he rubbed all over her calves, up her thighs, and back down again. Her skin was well-lotioned with few blemishes. Back up his hand traveled over the thin hairs on her legs and brushed across her pussy through her lacy blue panties a few times. Her hips flinched but she kept still and moaned softly. His Daughter's BFF After pulling the material aside, an arousing smell flowed from her pussy and Martin sniffed deeper to take it in. He was playing with himself through his black boxers as he gazed at her tiny lips. He rubbed his finger in circles through the front of her pussy and she nodded for him to go in further. He did and she was so moist and full of heat. He spun it again and eased it deeper and her hips shook around the countertop. He fingered her with slow, controlled motions and she planted her hands on the granite behind her near the mirror. In deep, all the way out, and back in he plunged his digits. Wanting to see her bare, he whisked her panties down and guided them and her pajama pants over her feet to the rug. He spread her legs and gazed at her pussy. It had a trimmed patch over her clit. Her lips were a darker brown while along the outside her flesh was a lighter shade. He licked her pussy through her fleshy fold before diving inside and tasting her candy-sweet pinkness and lapping up her sexual secretions. He could hear that she was enjoying so he kept up his tongue ravaging. His hand was stroking his stiffened cock and he dragged it out of his boxers with his attention still on eating Nicole. There were a few strands of hair in his mouth. He got rid of them and went back to pleasuring her. His licker pressed against the top of her pussy before landing on her clit. While finger-fucking her and massaging her clit with his tongue's tip, she contracted her legs around him and he wanted to explode but he ceased his cock strokes to hold back. There was a quad of taps at the door behind him while he was between her legs and he growled but tried to keep it low. They looked at each other with their eyeballs poking forward and mouths dangling. He checked the knob and it was locked as it jiggled. "Are you in there, Nicole?" Lauren asked through the brown wooden door. Martin nodded at Nicole for her to respond. "I'll be out in a couple of minutes!" she said. "Okay!" They grinned at each other. Martin still had a hold on his cock to keep it hard because he was ready to fuck Nicole. He stood and slid his boxers off to free the fullness of his seven inch length. His hairs were a mix of black and some gray. Nicole was feasting on it with her eyes like she was ready for it, too. Martin looked at his cock and her pussy and thought, "Oh, shit. This is really about to happen. Damn!" He was leaping inside when he brought his head in front of her pussy. She watched when his cock slid into her. They both moaned at the same time. The inside of her pussy rubbing over him was an intense feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. He held her legs spread by her knees and fucked her with an easy pace and soaked in the experience. It was a tight fit and he was vibrating to his toes. Nicole leaned against the mirror and he gave it to her a little slower and she flushed. She puckered at him and winked. He brought their bodies together in all their musty and sweaty glory and shared a powerful kiss while he was rocking his hips. Nicole hiked her legs up and over his shoulders and they kept their gazes locked. He loved how her expression was morphing from a calm one where she was absorbing the sensations of his cock to utter ecstasy like she was crossing into another dimension of flooding pleasure. Martin gave it to her with deeper, deliberate thrusts and he too enjoyed watching his cock move in and out of her pussy. He pulled her off the counter, turned her around, and maneuvered his cock's head into her again. He accelerated his penetrations as he mashed her against the counter. Her elbows were pinned to it as her head fell below the horizon. Martin tugged her ponytail to lift it so he could see her in the mirror as he fucked her. He let her ponytail go, dug his hands in her ass, and built a steady tempo to his fucks. Judging by how she was covering her mouth to hold in her shouts, she was loving it as much as him. He leaned and nibbled the skin on her back and kissed her shoulders while he was giving it to her. The sensations in his legs and cock were overloading and he went faster but there was another pounding on the door. "Nicole!" Lauren said again. "I can't hold it forever! What's taking so long?" Martin whimpered. Nicole turned towards the door. "It was something I ate! I'm coming!" Martin whispered, "This sucks. I didn't want her to see you come out of my room if she came looking for you so I brought you in here." "It's okay. We'll finish later, I promise, but we can't both leave at the same time." Nicole moved away and he was sorrowful when his cock went limp and fell out of her pussy. Martin climbed into the shower and grasped the curtain. "I'll hide here and I hope she doesn't decide to bathe." Nicole flushed the toilet and washed her hands to keep up the charade of her using the bathroom. She dressed, took a breath, and headed out. Martin pulled the curtain and sat against the rear of the tub. Lauren burst in without speaking to Nicole and hopped on the seat. It couldn't have been more awkward listening to her pee but would have been worse if she caught him having sex with her best friend. At least that's what he surmised. It wasn't long before she flushed, washed, and left and he relaxed. She left him in the dark but he found his way to the door, looked both ways, and crept back to his room. The comforter soothed him when he met it once again. Some trickles of excitement still filled his crotch and he was still semi-aroused. He was tempted to finish himself but wanted Nicole to assist him! He could still imagine how it was being in her pussy. How it was wet, massaged his cock, and almost brought him to a cum. He drifted off to sleep with a smile for the first time in who-knows-when but there was a constant whisper asking him how long he could live a double life in front of Lauren. Hours later, cars zooming by, the neighbor cutting the grass, and someone making noise throughout the house rattled Martin out of his rest. He stretched for his cell phone on the bedside table. There was a text from Nicole. He forgot that she had his number. Many times when he picked her up for Lauren, he would call to let her know when he arrived. His stomach twisted up before he checked it. The possibility existed that she might want to call things off and he wasn't ready for that. The text, sent at 2:10am, read, "I wish we could have some more fun. I can't quit touching myself under the blanket and thinking about what we did in the bathroom." Martin dreamt about her, too. He was already hard when his eyes met the world that morning but after reading that text and imagining what he was going to do to her next, his bulge found its way through the slit of his boxers. He clicked off the message and his phone read 8:17am with a 60% chance of showers. It would be a 100% chance if he could finish what he started with Nicole. A soft whisper arose from deep within his conscience. He wasn't guilty about fucking a hot, young, fun woman, but hiding from Lauren that it was Nicole gnawed at him. Hiding in bathtubs? Not his style. He rolled out of bed, tossed on his maroon robe that felt like fur, and walked into his bathroom. He looked in the mirror and was smiling. He didn't realize it until he saw his reflection. Despite the few wrinkles on his face and the gray fighting for control over his short black hair, he was sleeping with a beautiful 23 year old college girl. He was so energized that it was time to get back on the job searching horse and get his life back on track—for him and Lauren. He thrust his chest out a little more and ventured into the hall. Upon opening the door, he was startled. Lauren was standing there! She had her sunglasses resting on her head and was in a shirt that displayed the upper part of her chest, jeans, and sandals. "Hey, sweetheart," Martin said. "What you doing today?" "Morning dad," Lauren said while pressing her lips to his cheek. "I'm going to the grocery store. What all do we need?" That smooch made him feel valued as father for once in a long while. "You don't have to do that." "Yes, I do. Have you looked in the fridge lately? We will starve by tomorrow if we don't go. I know you're struggling. Let me help you." "Alright, sweet pea. Thanks. I left a list on top of the kitchen counter. See, I was attempting to get to the store but other things got in the way." Lauren embraced him. "Don't worry about it! I got ya, pops! By the way, can you take me and Nicole to the mall when I get back? My car is making strange sounds and I don't trust it to go long distances right now." "Of course, my love." "Thanks! See you in a bit!" Lauren said as she walked away. She looked over her shoulder and gave him a wave. He followed her a few steps until he was near her bedroom. Martin was thinking, "Wow, I hadn't seen this side of her in forever. I love her so much." And then, he turned to his left to see Nicole snoozing in the bed and his thoughts became scrambled mush. He wanted to run by Nicole the idea of letting Lauren know about them as well as close some unfinished business. Martin peered around the curtain of the living room window to make sure Lauren was gone. He saw the rear tires of her car speeding away. He was filling with naughty intentions when he went to see Nicole. She was on her tummy but her head was facing away from him. Her ponytail was sprawled out over the sheets. She was still wearing her tank top and pajama pants. She was near the edge of the bed but there was enough space for him to sit and he did. He took in her beauty as she slept and going by the depths of her breathing, she was firmly in the dream world. Martin leaned over and kissed her forehead and cheek. She didn't react. Her top had ridden up exposing her lower back and he kissed through the indentation of her spine to the waistband on her pants. Her blue panties were sticking out just a tad. He gave her skin a rub and she fidgeted a bit but remained in her sleep. He lifted her top the best he could considering it was pinned beneath her body. More of her back was exposed and he pressed his lips to as much of it as he could. He closed his eyes and focused on the taste of her skin. Kind of sweet and salty but wonderful on his tongue. Martin's temperature rose to the point that it forced him out of his robe. He flung it to the carpet and the air cooled his perspired skin. Martin laid a hand on her ass, massaged it with his fingers, and squeezed. It was somewhere between soft and firm but was cute and small. Upon looking at her ass, he could see the outline of her panties through her pajama bottom. He felt himself falling from a cliff hard for Nicole. What was surprising to him is the feeling seemed to be mutual and may go beyond sexual lust. Martin slipped his fingers into her pajama bottom and gave it a tug ever so slowly to pull them lower and the rump of her ass covered by her panties showed themselves. He stopped her pajamas just beneath her ass cheeks. He rubbed the part of her left cheek that stuck out from her undies and did the same to her right. He leaned towards her ass and kissed, nibbled on it, and gave it a playful bite. Nicole twitched a bit and her breathing patterns changed to become softer and less audible. He resumed his play as he slid a hand from the middle of her panties and to her pussy. He circled his hand over it in small, short motions. It was giving off heat and smelled sweet, albeit it was a subtle smell. He applied a little more pressure as he rubbed her pussy and he thought he heard a softened moan emit from her lips. Martin reached into his boxers and released his cock, which had already hardened from his fondling of Nicole. He pulled aside her panties, felt her juicy pussy, and rotated a finger around in it. He plunged a finger in hard and another. While playing his cock with one hand, he fingered her sex with the other, and she was rocking her hips side to side. "Mmm..." she purred but remained with her eyes closed. Martin climbed on the bed between her legs and lowered her panties to meet her pajamas. His eyes ate up the sight of her ass and her pussy, which had leaked a few droplets of arousal liquid. He licked his lips and buried himself into her pussy. He spread it and sucked on her fleshy fold with eagerness and then inside, flicking it fast as his animal was awakening more. He shoved a trio of fingers and her pussy contracted over them as they fucked her. He licked the area between her asshole and pussy, the perineum, while his digits kept driving into her. Nicole's breaths picked up and she came out of her sleep with cries. She grabbed the headboard. "Oh, baby, that's good! Yes. Faster..." Martin withdrew his fingers and made roaring sounds as he feasted on her tasty pussy. He was making smacking noises when he sucked and used his lips to tug at her sex. She was squirming around and shaking her ankles. Nicole, through her shrills, said, "Please fuck me, baby. I need it." Martin shimmied over her back and kissed her cheeks again over to her mouth. She angled her face towards him and he kissed her with a blazing passion with an ass cheek in his palm. She wasted little time in darting her tongue into his mouth. He gladly flicked his tongue against hers as he pulled his hand back behind him and stung her ass. "Yeow, Martin!" Nicole yelped. "Please..." "Oh, I'm going to fuck you until you can't take it anymore...or until Lauren gets back." "Mmm, yes." He grabbed the back of her knees and tried to pull her off the bed but she resisted. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" "Do it here." Martin stared at the purple satin sheets with pink at the top, the fluffed pillows with teddy bears on the pillowcases, and the blondish brown strands shed on them. "No, I'm not fucking you in my daughter's bed. I won't go there." "Alright." Martin dragged her onto the floor and laid her on her tummy. He climbed upon her back, put his engorged head at her pussy, and let the forward thrust of his hips guide it in. Nicole said, "That feels amazing. Give it to me." Oh, she never should have said that. Martin, with his body attached to hers, rammed his hips into her, driving his cock in as much as it could from that position. Not all the way deep but being in her pussy was enough to send raging streams of sexual energy through his lower extremities. His cock head was massaging the entrance to her sex with quick vibrations and she was trying to hold onto to something, the floor the side of the bed, the bed's leg to keep from being blown away. Martin laid against her back, lifted her ponytail, and kissed and licked the back of her neck over to her shoulder. He kept a hold on her as he banged their bodies together as he drilled her into the carpet. Martin flipped her on her back so he could see her face. He pulled off her panties and pajama bottoms off over her socks, mounted her, and held his cock. She was looking at him and whimpering. "Baby..." she whispered as she spread her thighs apart further. "I'm about to cum. Don't stop." Martin nodded, eased his cock back in her wet pussy, and fucked her. He gazed at her lips and kissed her in a frenzy while he drew his hips back and rammed her with each dive into Nicole. She purred into his mouth, which resonated down the back of his throat. He lifted his head and growled as she slid her hands up the sweated arms whose hands he planted by her. He slowed his cock intrusions to where he absorbed the feel of her wet pussy wrapping him. The whole time they were having sex, trembles of fear pulsed within since Lauren could pop back in any second. Martin held it when he was as far in as he could go. He lightly ran his fingers over the hair strands dangling from above her temple to the side of her chin. She was attracted to his eyes. He just admired her and enjoyed being with her for however long it would last. She lifted and clinched her ass while his cock swelled harder and fucked her sex. He was speeding towards firing his load so he pulled out, scooted to her side, and held his cock over her tits. He grabbed a handful of her top and pushed it to her neck. Her little hands sliding up and down the thin flesh of his shaft sent vibes blasting throughout his muscles. His whole lower body clinched, his breaths pumped harder, and her fingers swirling around his head increased his arousal until he fired a wave of cum, followed by another, and another smaller one where a few drips squirted onto her tits. "Hehe! That was incredible!" Nicole said while wiping off the cum on her tits and her chin. She massaged it into her skin like it was lotion. "Oh, yeah. You're a part of me now!" Martin rewarded her with the biggest, tooth-filled grin he'd shown in a while. They shared a hot kiss that lasted a few minutes. They twisted their tongues together as Nicole hummed and ran her fingertips lightly over his cheek. Martin collapsed face-first into the floor by her to recover from that explosive sexual dance. Nicole snuggled into him and shut her eyes while she rubbed his back muscles and traced her fingertips over his spine. She left a random pattern of smooches all over him before using his back as a pillow. She was melting him, which made what he was going to do that much more difficult. "Sweetheart," Martin said in a tired voice, "I thought about it some more and I think we should tell Lauren about us. She'll just have to understand. I would feel like a jerk of a dad if she found out on her own." "You know it would be over for us if you did that," Nicole said while brushing his hair with her hand. "She would make trouble for us if you invited me over and I'm still living with my parents and I'm guessing they wouldn't like us doing the bed rumba there. We'll tell her one day when the time is right, okay, baby?" Martin head-butted the floor and grunted. He didn't want his fun with Nicole to go away but he didn't want to deceive his daughter either. Right when their relationship was mending. He sighed and chose to go along with Nicole. Like she said earlier that morning, they deserve to be happy...but at what cost? They heard an engine roar into the driveway and they leapt off the floor with their garments in hand! Martin was shaking with his heart speeding. "Get dressed and help her with the groceries! I'm going to my room to get ready!" "Okay, I'll see you later!" Nicole said as Martin raced back to his room before being 'caught with his pants down!' After Nicole and Lauren finished putting the groceries away, they headed back to her room. The linen was still in disarray and Lauren stopped to sniff the primal aroma floating through the air. "What was going on in here?" Lauren asked while looking at Nicole with a stone-cold face. She, along with her voice, trembled. "Uh, I woke up kind of horny and I was playing with myself. I hope you didn't mind." Lauren waited for a few long seconds before relaxing and smiling. "You must have been kind of wild." "Hehe, yeah, I can become a lioness sometimes." "More information than I needed to know! Anyhow, did you forget that we were going to the mall?" "No, not at all. Let me get ready..." It was an hour or so later and Martin was driving the two women to the mall. There were a few rumbles in the dark gray clouds with flashes of lightning and a steady shower with it. Martin was staring at the wiper blades bounce back and forth and getting drowsier by the second. Not having a full night's rest and those incredible times with Nicole zapped his energy. He really felt like he was getting up there and the muscles in his legs were throbbing having not been used to sexual exercise. A welcomed discomfort, though! His Daughter's BFF It wasn't easy living a lie in front of Lauren and he hoped he could keep up the charade until the "right time," whenever that was. Lauren was next to him and tickled his sides. He naturally jumped and took a hand off the steering wheel to swat at her fingers! "Hey! I'm driving! Don't do that!" he said while trying not to crack a smile. Lauren said, "I was just trying to make sure you were alive. You've been quiet since we left the house. You and Nicole." Lauren looked back at her friend. She had her head against the window watching the raindrops and listening to them batter the car. "Sorry, honeybun," Martin said as he held hands with her. "This weather is making me want to catch some Z's." Lauren bounced in the seat. "You're just acting old! I'm ready to take on the world, daddy!" "Great, I'll root for you." "Aww, daddy," she said as she snuggled into him. "I love you." "I love you, too," he said as he kissed her forehead. He pulled into a parking space. He offered his hooded jacket to Nicole and the girls were off. Martin laid his seat back, threw his hands behind his head, and was gone to the dreamland in seconds! He couldn't get his mind off those girls. Lauren said, "I love you" and he kept replaying that in his mind. Wow, did that feel good! So was being inside of Nicole. It was maddening. What to do? He was tired of jostling with it and after searching the depths of his soul, he realized having a relationship with his daughter was more important than anything. And then about twenty minutes later, there were a few taps on the passenger's side window. He broke from his snooze. It was Nicole being pelted by nature's tears. He reached over and let her in. She dove inside, drenched the seat, and tossed back her hood. "Hoo, it's really coming down!" "You're finished shopping already? I don't see any bags." "I know. Lauren is still in there. I told her I was going to Lacy's to look around. It's a big store so we should have some time." "Time for what?" he said as his cock awoke from its slumber like it knew what she was talking about! Nicole dropped her hand on his thigh, slid it to his cock, and squeezed it hard through his jeans. Martin was quickly losing his resistance and the thought he just had about choosing Lauren over sex with Nicole was forgotten! He made an effort, albeit a half-hearted one, to push her hand away but it was futile. Maybe he could do it one more time. Still, he felt like a jackass for what he was doing. A happy jackass at least for the time being. Nicole leaned over and they went at each other, smothering their lips in kisses. They were gasping, breathing hard, and rushing with desire for one another. Nicole was wearing a blue jean skirt that he pushed upward, which revealed her white panties. Martin played with her pussy through her undies. She was so steamy between her legs that it was making him hotter. She grabbed his cock again while he was fondling her and they were ready just like that as they were still horny from earlier. "Come on, baby," he said as he reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties. She unzipped his pants and reached around in his boxers for his cock. Her soft hands fiddling in there was driving him crazy and he wanted to be inside her again as fast as he could. Once she had his cock out, it was standing straight up and he was quivering as he awaited her. He pulled her over it. She balanced herself on his shoulders and, with his hands on her hips, lowered her pussy onto his beast and he shook hard and sighed louder the deeper he was inside her. Her pussy was so hot and drenched. She was screaming from the overload of sexual bursts of electricity gathering between her legs and rushing through them. Martin clutched her ass and helped grind her upon him and he was soaking in those wondrous feelings. She started raising her hips and coming down on his cock and each time, her slick pussy was swallowing him whole. "Ohhhh! Yeah, baby..." Martin said as he spanked her ass and roughly groped it and smacked it again. The smacks against her cheeks turned them light red and he left his handprint but Nicole was squealing in happiness. "Yeow! Yeah!" Nicole said as she rode only his head, which was tingling and was pushing him towards the big O already. She switched up and bounced hard and fast on him. Her eyes turned white as their bodies were melding together and the steam they created fogged the windows! Martin flipped her around so her back was to him. She was moving her hips with his cock deep within her and he was moaning loudly. He kissed her neck and held it while he sniffed her ponytail, which smelled like strawberry shampoo. He smelled her neck, dragged his nose across it, and took in her naturally sweet scent. They were so lost in their trance together that they were in another world but Martin couldn't stay there. He was constantly trying to keep an eye out for Lauren and that was bringing on a soft-on. Nicole was still trying to grind upon him to reawaken his cock but he hugged her to keep her from moving. "What is it?" Nicole asked softly. "We have to stop," Martin said as his insides wrapped and twisted into knots. "Lauren might be back at any moment." Rattling them were a few taps on the window on Nicole's side and together, they said, "Ah!" The door flung open! Lauren leaned in and said, "Hey, guys! I was trying to give you a scare! Tell me it worked!" She frightened them, alright. More than she knew. Lauren instantly went into a cold silence when she looked at them. It was the same cold silence Martin had become familiar with after they used to argue. He couldn't feel anything—he froze in time as he awaited the consequences and his sentence. Nicole's lips moved but nothing was spoken. Martin said, "I'm sorry you had to see this." "Yeah, I am, too!" Lauren said. "I guess I see why my bed was messy this morning. You've been fucking my best friend you sick bastard! She's half your age!" Nicole pushed her skirt down as she eased into the passenger's seat. "I'm not a kid! I'm a woman and we want to be happy! Can't you understand?" Lauren sucked in a sharp breath and tried to block her tear flow but was failing. "You can have each other! I'm catching the bus to my other friend's house. A real friend that isn't riding my dad's cock in my face!" Nicole's eyes reddened, too, as she tried to hold her hand, but she ripped it away. "I'm sorry, Laurie. I didn't want you to find out this way. Can you help who you're attracted to?" "I know that I'm not attracted to my dad or anyone close to his age! You know what? I don't want to see either of you again!" Lauren slammed the door and walked away when Martin went in pursuit through the parking lot. "Wait! Please!" She kept walking even when he was at her side. "Get away from me!" Lauren said as she sped up towards the bus stop. "I should have known I couldn't have any kind of relationship with you! If you aren't ruining our family, you're screwing my friend who is old enough to be your daughter. And guess what? We're almost the same age!" Martin felt his emotions ripping and tearing at him. Something he craved, a tight, loving relationship with Lauren, and it was degrading into nothing fast. And who else could he blame besides the man in the mirror? Martin cut her path off. She tried to go around but he blocked her path again. "Listen to me!" he said as he raised his voice. "I was lonely. I hadn't been with anyone in a long time. What was I supposed to do?" "I know what you shouldn't have done! You could have been with any other woman. Why Nicole? Why in my bed?" "We felt something for each other. You know how it happens. She's beautiful, intelligent, and fun. She makes me feel 20 years old again. And I swear that we didn't do anything in your bed. I wouldn't do that!" Lauren scoffed. "I don't believe anything you say. I'll be back to get my things. After that, I'm gone forever. Anytime I'm around you long enough, I'm going to get my feelings trampled." Lauren had sliced Martin with the dagger known as her tongue and he was reeling. A rush of overflowing emotion gathered in his face. The dam was about to break and he was trying to keep the floodgates closed. It was a battle he was losing. "I love you, Lauren. I didn't mean to..." "Hurt me?" she finished for him as she rolled her eyes. "How many times have I heard that?" Martin may been hurting and made an error in judgment but he felt he wasn't totally in the wrong. "Like Nicole said, we deserve to be happy. We all do. I should have told you what we did, my mistake, but I want you to be more understanding instead of running off at the mouth!" Lauren paused for a moment and folded her arms. Her eyes were shifting around like she was trying, if but for a second, to step into his shoes. For a moment, it looked as though she wanted to understand but it didn't appear that happened. "I don't have time for this!" Lauren said as the bus was arriving at the mall and she ran off with her bags. "Go back to Nicole! She was obviously worth ruining our relationship over and she makes you happy! Goodbye, Martin!" Martin stood there with a horrible case of the chills as he watched Lauren get on the bus and sit down. He was there until it sped out of sight. Yes, he did realize what she called him but he tried not to. He wasn't dad anymore. Martin, despite sneezing and shivering, took the long walk of shame back to the car. He felt like if there was an award for world's worst dad, he would win first place. He opened the car door and noticed Nicole was against the window and didn't flinch when he sat and drenched the seat. A thought flashed in his mind of the closeness he had with Lauren the previous night. Chasing her through the house with laughter, holding her close, her kiss on the cheek, her "I love you, dad." Martin banged the steering wheel with both fists and bawled. He slapped himself against the temple a few times. "You idiot, Martin!" Nicole flipped around with worry and concern over him. "She's gone, honey, but I'm here if you still want me." He looked over at her and realized exactly what he wanted and it was never clearer. He only hoped by some miracle he could be granted one more second chance...